This isn’t everything you are. I joined the Peace Corps when I was 21. I never went. The boy I thought I loved asked me to marry him and he wasn’t sure where we’d be in two years if I was away in the Peace Corps… so, I never went. This story isn’t everything I [...]
Archive for the ‘Beginnings’ Category
This isn’t everything you are
Posted in Beginnings, Motherhood, tagged Becky Sain, evolution, family, Friendship, growth on March 31, 2012 | 28 Comments »
43 and Finding Myself
Posted in A Moment Changes Everything, Beginnings, Motherhood, tagged Becky Sain, family, finding yourself, love, motherhood, mothers, soul-searching, women on March 18, 2012 | 34 Comments »
I want to hike the Appalachian Trail and sleep outside for weeks… alone. I want to join the Peace Corps and end up in some far off land for a couple of years… alone. I want to camp underneath the redwoods in California and not take a bath and not wash my hair and walk around in [...]
“I AM A DRUNK DRIVER”
Posted in Beginnings, Strange Analogies, The Journey, tagged Becky Sain, Drive By Truckers, drunk drivers, drunk driving, labels, life lessons, Ray Bradbury, scarlet letter, signs, worry on March 12, 2011 | 43 Comments »
I was driving down the road early this morning, on my way to spend time with a friend. The sun was large and round in the sky, a welcomed sight after too many days of gray dreary weather that seeped into my soul. I had my sunroof open, my hair was blowing just the right way [...]
Writing From The Heart
Posted in Beginnings, Endings, ReVerb10, The Quest, tagged Becky Sain, beginnings, blogging, blogs, evolution, reverb10, The Brave Girls Club on December 5, 2010 | 29 Comments »
“Because this business of becoming conscious, of being a writer, is ultimately about asking yourself, how alive am I willing to be?” ~~~ Anne Lamott (Bird by Bird: Some Instructions on Writing and Life) I’ve come here many times this month. I’ve come here upset. I’ve come here happy. I’ve come here frustrated. I’ve [...]
… figuring it all out.
Posted in Beginnings, Thoughts, tagged attention, Becky Sain, cars, connection, health, warning signs on October 25, 2010 | 16 Comments »
I’m sitting here, in a narrow leather chair at the wheel repair shop… surrounded by wheels and rims and men with grease on their hands and cars in various stages of disrepair. It’s been storming all night, loud clapping thunder that was only out witted by the sharp electrical flashes of lightning that covered the [...]
A Year In The Life
Posted in Beginnings, The Quest, tagged Annie Q. Syed, Becky Sain, blogging, blogs, evolving, Friendship, healing, Karen Schindler, Miscellaneous Yammering on October 11, 2010 | 38 Comments »
Counter clockwise A simple shift…. a crow bar’s wrench to the left In the iris of your dark heart To make a space, a sliver…. an opening To actually see, touch and feel The light that is me. ~~~ Karen Schindler I had a post all ready for the one year anniversary of my [...]
A Life Event Inventory
Posted in Beginnings, Thoughts, tagged anxiety, Becky Sain, coping, friends, Friendship, stress on October 4, 2010 | 18 Comments »
I was reading lately about stress and anxiety and things that go wrong and the effect of things that go wrong and being bogged down and feeling bogged down and… wait, I’m sorry, what were we talking about? Oh, yeah… reading. Okay, so I was reading an article recently and it called for the reader [...]
Constant Lessons
Posted in Beginnings, The Quest, tagged 5k, Becky Sain, core, foundations, improving, Kind Over Matter on September 28, 2010 | 16 Comments »
I distinctly remember recess in elementary school. The girls would all gather in groups and begin walking the perimeter of the basketball court or the kickball field or huddle around the teachers in case any errands needed to be run. I never hesitated to say goodbye to my girlfriends and head straight for the group [...]
Fleeing the Moment
Posted in Beginnings, Strange Analogies, tagged Becky Sain, bravery, dreams, Switchfoot, tornadoes, truth on September 20, 2010 | 26 Comments »
I have a dream, always the same dream, on many occasions, since I was a young child… always the same dream. The people in the dream change, the place that the dream happens changes… the premise stays the same though – a tornado is after me and I can’t out run it. I try — I run [...]

